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Music of the Heart
I whispered to an ugly girl,
whilst she was still asleep.
Kissing her sleeping lips,
I whispered a beautiful poem.
I laid my ear upon hers,
swore to have heard heart music.
I heard the rhythm tickle,
against her soul and body.
whilst she was still asleep.
Kissing her sleeping lips,
I whispered a beautiful poem.
I laid my ear upon hers,
swore to have heard heart music.
I heard the rhythm tickle,
against her soul and body.
Published 25th Feb 2019
Author's Note
Wrote this in high school poetry class. Also, written originally in German, now translated.
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